Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.